Tag: Madrid

Sailing this streets that never swore, I met your silhouette. That’s why once a talent could shine, fading out tales that sometimes ended in a hand, because the heart hidden beats more when you finish the name, your mouth reclames my stupid vein. BMX rider: Secko

“Being a story is hard when the words are real, they are cornered in the upper part of the soul because they still hurt. The tales she told contained feelings, tactile as her skin, soft as a torn velvet and bitter as yesterday. She wasted stories and narrated her thoughts, tropical, wild, heeled. Dragged by…

She told me her name, but I forgot it twice. She waited me undressed but I was abduced by the memories, unless she came over to show me herself side…I was struck for the powerful madness that I couldn’t remember her face. Alternative Model: Leo Favaro coming soon to Alternativ Agency